I think one of the main reasons I sleep late at night is because of my endless 'to do' list. I have so many things to do, I just don't know when to stop. Prioritise my list from most important to least important you say? It's all just as important. My bedtime is usually after 12am in the morning but for good reason.
Every night, at 12 am on the dot. I wake my little Mango up to change his nappy. If I don't , then I will most likely have a lot of sheets to change in the morning when I wake up. I would rather loose a little sleep and have more time to sleep in.
It's one of the best moments Daddy and I look forward to at night. We get all excited like little kids giggling and smiling from ear to ear because seeing mango sleep and try to ignore all the movement that I make to change his nappy, just happens to be the cutest thing in the world. It really is. If Daddy goes to sleep early, I wake him up because he hates missing this moment with mango. It's one of the moments we truly get to appreciate how perfect he is. His perfect eyes. His perfect nose. His perfect way of sucking his favorite dummy. His perfect hands that can't stop clenching even if he tried. His perfect hair. Everything that makes him perfect without all the spasticity in it. He is wholely prefect.
So everyday, I give up a little bit of sleep to have 15 minutes of precious time with mango. While I get to cuddle him and he snuggles down into my chest. Just the thought if it is making my heart swell with love and giggle with excitement.
Every night, at 12 am on the dot. I wake my little Mango up to change his nappy. If I don't , then I will most likely have a lot of sheets to change in the morning when I wake up. I would rather loose a little sleep and have more time to sleep in.
It's one of the best moments Daddy and I look forward to at night. We get all excited like little kids giggling and smiling from ear to ear because seeing mango sleep and try to ignore all the movement that I make to change his nappy, just happens to be the cutest thing in the world. It really is. If Daddy goes to sleep early, I wake him up because he hates missing this moment with mango. It's one of the moments we truly get to appreciate how perfect he is. His perfect eyes. His perfect nose. His perfect way of sucking his favorite dummy. His perfect hands that can't stop clenching even if he tried. His perfect hair. Everything that makes him perfect without all the spasticity in it. He is wholely prefect.
So everyday, I give up a little bit of sleep to have 15 minutes of precious time with mango. While I get to cuddle him and he snuggles down into my chest. Just the thought if it is making my heart swell with love and giggle with excitement.
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